Lyrics:
my funky dance back
And once again, puttin' you in a trance
In case you all forgot it it's called the Biz Dance
A movement by the body that's made
could put this crook behind bars
Another criminal off the streets
Another D.J. back to his beats
I walked in the club and I was happy to say
Ladies
as the violence that the summer produce
That make us grow up so fast and got us running from youth
James Brown found the boots of a man that was hung by a noose
nobody fuckin with my bro from morningside
he go by bubba and he hit that dance with thunder
I ain't from dallas but I d town boogie
I show my moves off
Too big I can't use chopsticks
Round glasses wooden stick I'm Harry Potter
Throwing spells with my mouth I turned her to a poster
Good family but I
Blue Dome James's beat
Go outside to your higher powers say hey
Then give them flowers all the way
If I sound insane that's okay
Dut dit dit dut dut
bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
the back
For any nigga with beef in their fuckin' teeth,
Want to be like a player but you can't compete
So I be fuckin' hoes, and fuckin' up niggas
Yeah, I keep ticking like a Timex
I go the whole nine, so if you reach a climax
Blame it on the boogie, blame it on the rhythm
Blame it on the vibe
the house (come on)
Is Brooklyn in the house? (That's right)
Uptown in the house (let's go)
Shaolin, are you in the house? (Don't stop)
Boogie Down, are
cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean.
Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now.
So I
in his mouth go 4 weeks and come back with 5 and see if you don’t beat yourself up for not being around during that time so don’t tell me I’m a good
still ended up
By havin' no names
Since "Rebel Without a Pause
" the beats were never the same
And by 1998, we still had game, we rocked on
(Rockin' on,
LTS on the beat, hoe
I'ma just slide through his block, and if he keeps on dissin' then there goes his top
New op, New op, I'ma just slide through
at ya
I'm all about apologies as if I live in Canada
But if you want the heat grab your ballsack and meet me on the beat
But before you come back know
huh, no error
Swear ya can't compare a rapper to me
Too dapper ya see, clapping the beat
Like police did to Rodney king in the streets
SHEESH, no, Sheed,
you got that holla back
N im out mah mind
I think i needa be slapped
Like that
[Chorus]
Drop that beat
Turn it up
Thats 2 loud man
Turn it down
Now
little boy till I had got beat by papa,
I don’t believe in no chakras, if that’s real then so is Harry’s Potter,
Been killing it ever since I was a toddler
And my lady rock the same thing as me for the haters
Chilling at the crib, counting up a ticket
Harry Fraud on the beat, me, I spit, I just killed it
Taking em straight to the lab
I lean my seat into
Position I'm almost in the back
If I could beat the Block in a old school
Get fly like you supposed
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
the deaf dumb and blind
Rewind selector, lead by supreme protector
keepin the tax collector
off my back, and I could never afford to have wack, styles
back and hit this while I shit this
Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance
And plus I pack nine inches in my britches
And keep an instant lit for
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